Ptsd - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

Yes, I'm on psychotropic medication,
My burden from a load of complex trauma
From when my life, a vicious melodrama,
Daily forced a tearful inundation.
So gratefully I swallow many pills
Day in, day out, presumably forever,
To drive away the worries which dissever
Thoughts and feelings into psychic ills.
No longer in confusion do I wallow,
Imprisoned by a lot of scary symptoms
Beating on my heart and mind like drums,
Assailed by cruel words I used to follow.
Because of meds I take to soothe my mood
I think myself a very lucky dude.